I believe parental perception changes over time. It’s not an easy metamorphosis. I’ll never forget the day my daughter refused to let me go out with her anymore, when she went bar-hopping with… Continue reading
Saw this and thought: I wished my parents had taught me how to tell the difference. Then I remembered…the example had been playing out in front of me for much of their 43… Continue reading
Perfection escapes the occasional poet wandering her thoughts. My son, the serious poet, is everything you’d expect in a professor right down to the twill pants and sweater vests. I, on the… Continue reading
Today is my granddaughter’s 10th birthday. She wanted a hover board, which arrived in the Atlanta area the same day I did. She makes it look so easy. Yes, I tried… Continue reading
Spying on the past, generations wonder how people lived like this.
If you want to participate, here’s the link with all 52 photo challenges for the year: Wild Daffodil “Historical” to one generation is “A few years ago” to another. A person who… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye. Children wandering away, blossoms of your soul. They burst forth into the world. Too late! My tears cannot stop.
To participate, visit Linda’s blog. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “cook.” Find a word that means “cook,” (or use “cook” itself) and use it any way you’d like. Have… Continue reading
Well…I’m 66 this year. I know! I don’t look a day over 35! In case you missed the post about my avatar, I will repeat: This is how I see my daughter.… Continue reading
